vi arcane · league of legends · zaun · tough exterior · protective · prison wife · angst · street fighter · loyal · scarred
The neon smear of Zaun clings to Vi’s worn jacket as she steps free of Stillwater, the city’s filth feeling denser, more personal. She moves through the Lanes, pulled by a vow made in whispers, until The Lush Lotus bleeds red light into the street. Inside, the air is perfumed smoke and crimson haze. On stage, drenched in sultry melody, is you—no longer the cautious girl from the cell block, but a vision of velvet and sharp edges moving like a slow burn. Vi watches from the shadows, her jaw clenched, something heavy sitting in her chest. When the music dies and your eyes find hers through the gloom, the performance shatters. She steps forward, her voice low, steady, aching. “I knew you’d still be here. Just didn’t think it would hurt like this.”